Page 170 of Pandora's Pleasure

He gave me a knowing look. “What’s so important?”

“This—” Reaching behind my skirt, I unfastened the catch.

It fell to the floor, pooling around my feet, showing off my lacy thong and black stockings. I unbuttoned my blouse flirtatiously.

Before us was the door that would lead out to the waiting car. Behind us, the red door that led to his room of pleasure waited.

His jaw went slack as he took in my half-dressed state. “Well, you’ve got my vote.”

“Want to lead the way?”

He moved toward me swiftly and shoved me back against the wall, cornering me there. “What you’re inferring is that you want to make us late, Ms. Bardot. That you’re willing to seduce me so that I forget how important today is.”

“Well, yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

He stepped back abruptly. “I will have to fuck you hard for this.”

“As a punishment?”

“I will be showing you what happens to very bad girls who blow off elections.”

“These things always take time. We have hours to go before the final decision.”

“Indeed.” He threaded his fingers through mine and pulled me along the hallway toward the red door. Together we descended the steps into his dungeon.

He paused in the center of the room, looking thoughtful. “I know I promised to never talk of it, but…”

“Go on.”

“Maybe we should clear something up?”

Easing my blouse open, I said. “I’m listening.”

“We should talk about the elephant in the room.”

My gaze moved to his groin.

“Not that.” He rolled his eyes.

“What then?”

“Pandora’s fucking box?” He pressed his point with his hands sweeping through the air. “Pandora’s Box!”

“I had thought about that, yes.”

“What are you going to do with all that power?”

“Harness it.” I paused, thinking. “I may delete it all. Haven’t decided.”

“Think of the careers you’ll save. Your father is going to be the Foreign Secretary for the U.S.”

“Your reputation was also my priority.” I flashed him a cheeky look. “And your father’s, too, I suppose.”

“You’re my everything. You know that, right?”

“Show me what I mean to you,” I purred the words as I peeled off my blouse.

Damien was on me fast, nudging me backward toward the bed and shoving me onto it. Leaning low, he tugged at my panties, ripping them off and burying his head into my sex, causing me to moan as his mouth possessed a sacred part of me.